In 1959 we had our first holiday out of England. We were going to go to Jersey in the Channel Islands which was really exciting for me because of my interest in ships.
Having been told that we would be at sea for around 9 hours, this was going to be particularly exciting. As if it could not get any better, we had to go to Southampton to board which was two train rides away! We duly traveled by train to Southampton and boarded the British Railways steamer “Isle of Jersey”.
The crossing was uneventful, albeit interesting, as I spent an amazing amount of time just looking over the side and watching the sea, the wake and the gulls. During this time I noticed a piece of paper had been caught on a steel strip that appeared to be anchoring a rubbing strip (?) to the hull side.
Every time a wave surged over the piece of paper ……. would it wash it off? Nope ……. still there! Here’s another big one…….. will it set it free? Nope………. still there!
We had a lovely time visiting Jersey and doing the “tourist stuff” of visiting places of interest which included St. Ouens Bay which was a gracefully curving bay with wonderful sand.
Because Jersey was outside of England’s 3 mile limit, everything bought there was free of sales taxes. Dad felt it his duty to stock up on LP’s rather than alcohol and did quite well, or so he thought.
Jersey also gave me my first scare of the sea. I was on an inflatable bed just wallowing up and down in the waves when I suddenly looked up (I was facing out to sea) and saw quite big waves coming towards me. My immediate reaction was to look behind me and I almost panicked when I saw how far away the beach was. I can clearly remember thinking that I must paddle backwards and make sure the waves hit me head on otherwise they might roll me and the inflatable bed over. There would have been quite a few minutes of frantic paddling. I have no recollections of ever getting on an inflatable bed again. Those things are dangerous!

I’m not a fan of those plastic life rafts either, and the sea usually scares the bejeebies out of me. So much power. So much depth.
Great photo of you on the rail. What memories!
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Hey Shelley………. I just noticed, your description of the sea is pretty much the opposite of many people I have met on my “journey”! 🙂
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This sounds like you had an amazing adventure. Also, I don’t know how you remember all of these! But I do have a wonderful time reading it. 🙂
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Hi Ameena: My long term memory (plus lots of old notes and postcards and photo albums) is great. It’s the short term memory that is my challenge!!!
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I always enjoy your childhood memories. I amazed by the details you remember. Beautiful picture of you watching the piece of paper.
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I am glad that you are enjoying them Erika. As for the details? I am one of those detail oriented personalities so details are important to me. 🙂
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That is what I enjoy a lot! Because that is what makes all the stories so personal. Thank you, Colin 🙂
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The problem (I am smiling) is how to address later years with the same detail and honesty? From age 19 onward were very “interesting” times!
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I understand what you mean, Colin. Some things perhaps fade into a different perception and some we don’t know if we want to be that honest…
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Tact and diplomacy will prevail ….. and I have quite a bit of time to decide how I approach those years! 🙂
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I had a one week vacation on ship but we were lucky that the sea was calm. But still, the feeling of woobly being in bed sends me headache in the night. Not a nice one, but I did managed. 😛
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Yes the constant movement of a ship can be disconcerting. Our trip back from Jersey was rather different – 9 hours of bouncing around all over the place! (See Blog tomorrow).
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A lovely post. Oh I know the feeling when you look back at the beach!
All the best. Have a great week.
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Thx Chris – and you!
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